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halorocks1214 · 3 years ago

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an uphill climb (i'm feeling sorry)

Fandom: Double Life SMP, set in Hermitcraft

Pairing: Grian and Scar can be seen as either Desert Duo or Scarian

AO3 Link in a self-reblog

Word Count: 4528

“What? What else did I do?” Grian seemed genuinely panicked.

Oi, Scar was starting to see what dealing with himself must be like. Seeing someone disregard their personal safety like an oblivious buffoon was hard to watch, “Dude, you seriously don’t see anything wrong with you using your wings like a disposable shield? How would you feel if Jimmy did something like that, or if Pearl used her moth wings in the same way?”

As per every death game they've been in, bad habits have been formed out of temporary necessity for suvival. It'll be a little tougher to break them when the animosity levels are the highest they've ever been, but at the end of the day, it was the two of them. That had always been more than enough.

Breathing in the air of the Hermitcraft server, Scar felt at home.

He knew there was going to be a lot of work with readjusting from the death game, but after you had already been in two of them, learning the flow recovery gets easier. He had heard Xisuma was in contact with another distant player—Scar thought he heard the name Pixels or something?—alongside Doc to see if they could figure out what kept dragging their poor servermates away from them. No shade to their incredible skills, but it was obvious that they hadn’t found any solution yet.

In due time, though, in due time. Hopefully, “third time’s the charm” would come into play and they wouldn’t awaken in the middle of a random field scared out of their wits again. Man, the bonds of the souls and the Warden guarding the enchantment table… Scar shuddered to think about it. He wasn’t sure if those factors made this go-around better or worse.

But! He was back on a safe server, so for right now, he could chill. He should probably check up on Mumbo. The poor guy had to be freaking out, especially after he personally got to see what the games were like the second time around. Gem had already been chirping up a storm in chat about Impulse and Pearl being back, and he was pretty sure that it was Zed that zoomed through the air above him on his way to Tango’s place a few minutes ago.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching in the grass and zombies being slaughtered was heard in the distance. It sounded like it was coming from Grian’s place even. After a brief moment of his anxiety levels shooting up, Scar had the idea to go say hi to his friend. Sure, they weren’t on the best of terms this time (if they ever were, really), but it wasn’t as bad as the second go around!

It was starting to dawn on Scar that the second game might just hold the title for “Worst Experience One Could Ever Go Through” for a long time.

Walking over to the edge of the hill, Scar opened his mouth to call out to Grian but paused at the sight of something—not horrific exactly, but heartstopping nonetheless.

Grian’s wings were around his body completely and were being clawed at by the zombies. The zombies would get a few swipes in, sometimes even hit Grian, and then Grian would retaliate by opening them up slightly to swipe at the mobs to kill them. Oh jeez, there was even a skeleton in the vicinity! Scar let out a wince as an arrow barely grazed Grian’s fragile limbs.

Pulling out his own bow and rushing over, Scar was at a loss for words. What in the world was Grian doing?! His wings were delicate, even the most minor of injuries could wreck them! The two of them might not be buddy-buddy right now, but Scar knew when to be an upstanding person and do the right thing! Especially when the cause of said thing was being monumentally stupid!

Nailing the skeleton before he stopped running, Scar managed to get right in front of Grian right as the rest of the zombies died. When the noise of violence withered away, Grian brought his wings down and blinked at Scar, “Oh, hey. Didn’t realize you were over here.”

… Really?

Grian was blatantly putting his wings in harm’s way, and that was all he would say about it?

Wait, Scar needed to pause. Grian was a sneaky fellow; if Scar got angry and up in his face, he would definitely and effortlessly find a way to get Scar to drop the subject. Despite what people may say (Grian included), Scar was not one person that owned a silver tongue in their partnership. Scar needed to be careful about how he approached this. Maybe he didn’t even need to raise the alarm bells.

“J-Just dropping by to make sure you’re okay,” Scar semi-bluffed. “It’s always a rough trip getting back, you know? Had to see you were in one piece.”

Grian nodded, depositing his weapon into his inventory, “Fair enough. I’m a little nauseous, but otherwise unharmed. Don’t think any portal complications will arise.”

Ah, so Grian was in a daze of sorts. Not particularly responsible, but not a crime. He probably would be back in tip-top shape after getting a good day’s rest. Scar would write this day off as a fluke, “That’s good to hear! Be sure to be careful, though, would hate for random mobs to get the drop on ya’.”

Grian paused at that like he could smell the suspicion from a mile away, before rolling his eyes and heading back to his base, “Gonna be hard not to be after what just happened.”

Not untrue, Scar thought to himself, “Of course.”

Then he was left alone once more, left to ponder the events he just witnessed. Okay, recap everything in order. They just got back from their latest death game romp, Scar was on his way over to check up on Mumbo, saw Grian out of the corner of his eye in the middle of combat, watched his friend’s wings get injured, and then he helped Grian fight the rest of the mobs and had their little conversation. Grian mentioned being a little tired, which most likely explained the lack of care he normally had around his wings.

Pretty straightforward, Scar surmised. He couldn’t be too mad about their interaction when he originally expected it to be lowkey hostile for other reasons. Worse, he honestly expected to be shunned and disregarded by Grian like he was in the game. With all that out of the way, Scar figured he could let it go and relax a little.

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Except it happened again.

Scar was out at his farm gathering crops to make into more sustainable food when he saw Grian flying in over ahead. With a hand on his brow, blocking out the rays of the sun, Scar squinted at his buddy as Grian landed outside the giant rock-thing, stretching his wings after what seemed like a long flight. Scar opened his mouth to yell hello but quickly changed his tune at the sight of a skeleton hiding away in an unlit side of the rock. “GRIAN! WATCH OUT!”

Grian jumped at the sudden and panicked voice, the sound of a bowstring being pulled registering in his ears. As he turned, he also noticed the skeleton but knew he would not be fast enough to properly dodge the arrow heading his way. This time, Grian would not be able to get out of there with just a graze.

Scar gasped as Grian brought his wing up again, the limb tanking the projectile without a care in the world. Then, leaping into action, Grian slashed the skeleton, killing the mob in two hits. Scar took this time to run over, and by the time he was next to Grian, Grian was already hastily trying to pull the arrow out.

“Grian, calm down,” Scar soothed, holding his hands up like he was placating a frightened animal. “You know as well as I do that could just make it worse.”

Grumbling, Grian remembered to take a deep breath and to break the arrow into two pieces. Now he was able to slide the stick out without resistance, though, the way he was aggressively biting his lip probably didn’t help his pain levels. Scar couldn’t help but tense in sympathy.

Grian was breathing heavily, one half of the now-broken arrow clenched in his fist as the other half lay on the ground at their feet, “Thank you for your help. I can handle the rest from here.”

“What?” Scar had to be losing his mind. “Don’t you want a little help? Your wing is injured, and you’ve mentioned how it’s a little more difficult to reach hard-to-reach places when you’re by yourself.”

Grian finally dropped the other half, kicking the pieces of the broken projectile away, “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve done it plenty of times by myself, both a long time ago and quite recently.”

There was the hostility Scar was worried about last time, “Grian, you just had an arrow sticking out of one of your wings. Maybe we aren’t on the best terms, but I’m right here and have helped before-”

In disagreement with that, Grian actually attempted flying away, to which he only got about a foot off the ground before remembering that he had a giant injury on one of his wings making him cry out in pain. He managed to land on his feet but tripped just enough to almost fall over. Thankfully, Scar was right there to prevent his stumble from becoming that. He then, for some reason, fluttered his wings, wincing at the pain that was still there, somehow perplexed at the fact that his injury didn’t stop hurting just because he wanted it to.

“Grian,” Scar chastised. This was past the point of playing nice; Grian was being actively dangerous about this and Scar would not stand for it. “Can the basic fact that you need to keep your wings intact outweigh your annoyance with our relationship right now for five godsdamn minutes before you ruin the limbs like you did that other thing?”

A brief flash of hurt placed itself on Grian’s face, making Scar pause and let go of his friend in shock at his own words. Before he could rectify what he said, Grian was already skedaddling away into his base to work on his injury the way he wanted to: by himself. Which was the exact opposite of what Scar wanted to achieve.

Well, shit, that went spectacularly. Scar would probably need to apologize at some point, if only to get rid of his guilt, but right now, Scar wanted to do something else first. Namely, put together the last few minutes to figure out what in the world is happening.

Why did Grian react so aggressively to Scar’s presence this time? He had already known Scar was aware of this “habit” of his, he saw Scar after doing it that one day! Unless…

Unless he didn’t actually.

It hit Scar that maybe because Grian’s wings were up and covering his line of sight, Grian couldn’t have seen Scar. That, coupled with the genuine feeling of exhaustion he was having, he could have easily bought Scar’s lie and not thought twice about it. Now that he has concrete proof of Scar’s awareness, he can’t fiddle his way into a convincing excuse.

Oh yes, something was definitely up. But that just brought back Scar’s worry about why he was doing this in the first place. What could convince Grian to casually hurt his wings in such a way? He was still aware that just one meticulously placed injury could ruin his chances of flying forever, correct?

A meow came from his feet, and Scar slightly relaxed at the feeling of fur brushing against his right leg. Bending over, he picked up his beloved cat who must have found her way over here to say hi into his arms, and petted the back of her ears, “Oh man, we’re really in it now, Jellie.”

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Scar ended up apologizing in a very unconventional way.

Also not intentionally, but hey, two birds and a stone or whatever.

Not that Grian was one of the birds! Quite the opposite, actually. Scar was ironically one of the birds this time.

Scar had been letting a creeper trail after him as part of a prank on Doc when Grian’s voice sounded in the air, making Scar lose focus on the mob so he could physically watch Grian swoop in. Could you blame him? He was thinking he was hallucinating at first.

However, Grian landed close enough so that when the creeper started hissing, both men’s eyes widened at the realization of their combined mistakes. Scar noticed that Grian was lifting his wings to shield like it was second nature to him, and Scar responded by doing something that was very much not second nature to himself: proactively dodging something trying to cause him harm.

Tackling Grian to the ground, the creeper was loud as it exploded against his back, singing his hair and clothing. Thankfully, Scar managed to get enough distance to make it only a light burn of sorts, but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt. Or that it must have looked spooky enough to get Grian into his Mother Hen phase once more.

“Scar!” Grian’s voice was barely heard over the ringing in his ears. “Scar, say something for the love of gods. This isn’t funny, you can’t- I can’t handle doing this to you again, so please-”

Well, some of Scar’s questions were being answered, but not all of them.

Sitting up, Scar firmly but gently shoved a hand over Grian’s mouth, leaving him enough room to breathe through his nose, “Gri, breathe in for four seconds.”

Grian didn’t blink, he was too frazzled for that, but he did freeze before following through on Scar’s demand. Once that step was done, Scar let his face go to let him breathe out through his mouth. Then he was calm enough to finish the breathing practice himself, and once that was done, Grian stood up and offered Scar a hand to use as help. Honestly, Scar only took it because he was so out of the loop of everything that just happened and how quickly it felt like it occurred.

It could also be because the ringing in his ears still had yet to fully go away, but Scar digressed.

Once he was standing up, both Scar and Grian nervously fidgeted in silence, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t too long before they spoke at the same time, perfectly in tandem. Scar was slightly first, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sor- wait, what?” Grian’s brain record scratched in real-time. “Okay, hang on, I think we need to back up a few steps. What are you apologizing for?”

Scar let out a huff, “For what I said that one day about ‘ruining our relationship.’ That was uncalled for. Even if we need to discuss some of our, er, current and previous actions, I don’t need to do it during a distressing moment that was already making you feel bad.”

Grian blinked a few times before shaking his head, “No, you-” Grian took a deep breath to collect his thoughts. “Apology accepted, I guess, but just because your timing was poor doesn’t mean it wasn’t true. I haven’t been the best toward you, this past week and during those death games. I’m just sorry it took me throwing a tantrum to realize it.”

Scar felt a small, sad smile spread on his face, “For what it’s worth, apology accepted too.” A pause for dramatic effect, “But only if you explain exactly what it is you’re apologizing for as well.”

Grian flinched a little, “No, that’s fair. Scar, I’m sorry for leaving you in the dust and brushing you off so much recently. You’ve just been trying to be a good friend and I’ve taken advantage of that, which isn’t fair.”

Er, not what Scar was going for, “Okay, I appreciate you acknowledging that, but that wasn’t what I was necessarily thinking about.”

“What? What else did I do?” Grian seemed genuinely panicked.

Grian became purely offended by the mere notion of that, “That would be terrible! Pearl especially, if those caught on fire or exploded they might disintegrate complete-”

Scar grabbed his hands to shut him up, “Then what makes you different?”

Grian’s mouth was slightly open in disbelief, his uvula flexing as he struggled to come up with what to say. Eventually, he swallowed the spit in his mouth and downturned his head to stare at their feet, “... I don’t think I’m different. I know it’s not good for me.”

Scar scoffed, “No offense, but it’s hard to think that when you were just about to use them to tank a creeper blast with them.”

“I didn’t have any other choice during the game!” Grian blurted out before yanking his hands back and covering his mouth.

It was too late, though. Scar heard what he said and the emotions it created were not pretty, “What? Grian, did someone force you to injure your wings for something? Who was it? Don’t tell me it was another Hermit, I thought we were all better than that-”

Grian grabbed Scar’s shoulders, making him turn back to give Grian eye contact as Grian explained, “Scar, answer this question: you don’t have wings, right?”

… “I’m pretty sure I don’t?”

“Yes, you don’t, but I do,” Grian continued, squeezing his shoulders for emphasis. “In the last game, we shared our pain. All of our injuries, big and small, transferred to the player we were bonded to.”

Scar still wasn’t sure where this was going, but he nodded instead of verbally responding.

Grian mirrored his nods, “Then think about it this way: what do you think might happen if a limb I had you didn’t have got hurt or injured? Do you think the pain would find a way to transfer itself or would the bond just glitch out and you wouldn’t feel anything? And if the latter were true, then when we were separated a lot, you wouldn’t have to worry about feeling my scrapes all the time, yeah?”

It hit Scar like he flew straight into a brick wall with his elytra.

“Oh gods. Oh gods,” he leaned forward to grip Grian’s shoulders himself, albeit way more tightly. He felt like throwing up. What did he do? Be petty and hurt Grian by standing in snow because he felt neglected while Grian was actively putting one of his most prized possessions in harm's way for Scar’s sake? Seriously, what was Grian achieving for himself by getting his wings scratched and torn? Nothing, and that made Scar the absolute worst-

“-ar, Scar breathe,” Grian’s voice broke through Scar’s haze of panic. A shaky exhale escaped Scar’s lips as he reluctantly found it in himself to come back down to reality. Oh, Grian was still speaking, “Scar, everything I did in that world was by my own choice. You don’t need to feel bad, you shouldn’t feel bad. Like I said, I knew it was bad for them, but I did it anyway, and now I’m reaping the consequences.” Grian brought his hands back to himself to mess with the end of his jumper, “I mentioned that it’s sometimes hard to think we’re really back in our safer servers, so I guess I still feel the need to ‘protect’ y- us the same way I did in the other server.”

Scar caught that stutter, but inferred that he should not say anything about it, “That doesn’t make me feel better. What if something irreversible happened to them? That would have happened because you were doing something for me. We were upset with each other so much that we didn’t want to be near one another and yet you still protected me in your own way.”

Grian grimaced, unsure of how he can make this better before a lightbulb moment hit him, “Well, I haven’t preened them in a long time. And you’re conveniently right next to me.”

Scar took that a little too literally, “I don’t think cleaning them next to a creeper hole is a good idea.”

“No, we’d go to one of our bases first,” Grian laughed, happy to see Scar still being Scar.

Ah, that made way more sense, “Riiight. I’m guessing it’s off to your place?”

Grian hummed, “Actually, I think yours would work better.”

Scar was surprised at that but quickly got over it as the two of them flew to that destination. Grian tended to get his wings preened by just about any of the Hermits, but after their first journey into the death games, he found himself gravitating toward Scar more. He wasn’t sure if it was because of muscle memory or because no one else felt right anymore.

Getting inside Scar’s base, Grian found the nearest rug and flopped onto his knees, moving to sit cross-cross afterward. Scar jumped at the large noise the initial impact made, “Jeez, Gri, calm down a little. We’ve had enough unnecessary injuries on your body recently.”

Scar tossed a pillow at him, nailing him in the back of the head. Grian rubbed the static from his hair, bringing the cushion to hug at his chest, “Well, hurry up, and then we don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

Scar didn’t need to be told twice. Sitting behind Grian, he got to work brushing through the limbs and bringing them back to their clean glory. He flinched a little every time at the sight of a new scar in between all the feathers (he wasn’t there to help he wasn’t there-), but when it got to be too much, he noticed one of Grian’s hands over Grian’s shoulders, waiting for it to be grabbed. Without thinking, Scar did so, bringing back a familiar memory in the process. He let it wash over him when he went back to using both hands to preen Grian.

“Scar, I know you’re in here,” Grian called from the doorway. Scar made sure to stay absolutely still. He was already so big; any movement would probably give away his location.

Which didn’t matter when Grian left the door open as he walked in, offending Scar so much that he just had to shoot up from his hiding spot and yell at him for it, “Grian! What did I say about leaving the doors open? It’ll let all the hot desert… air in…”

Grian’s smug face said he knew exactly that was what would happen. Now he turned back to shut the door, leaving Scar flabbergasted in the middle of the room, “With that out of the way, how’s about we get back to what we were doing?”

Scar gained enough of his bearings to shake his head, “Scott should probably be the one to do it now. Jimmy and I can’t, we’re too…” Dangerous was such an easy word to say, and yet Scar found it hard to do so for some reason.

They were in the middle of Grian’s weekly preening session. Scar was in charge of helping him out due to their partnership. (It would be rather difficult for Grian to work for Scar when his wings were in disarray after all.) However, that one time, Scar was having an off day—Dogwarts sent a message to him requesting to meet, and he wasn’t sure if it was a trap or a genuine attempt to connect—not focusing all too well. Before he could help it, his (gray and so very large) hands accidentally yanked a few feathers out instead of just readjusting them.

Nothing permanently damaging, but enough to make Grian wince so loud it was almost a cry, sending a pang of regret and guilt through Scar’s chest. He quickly excused himself, ignoring Grian telling him to stop, and went to hide out in their main building. He assumed Grian would just go to someone else to finish the job. He honestly even hoped, Grian keeping his wings clean was important. Clearly, he was wrong about that.

“Scar, do you think you’re the only one that has ever gone a little too hard in cleaning my wings? I’ve almost forced Mumbo to wear oven mitts sometimes, you know,” Grian teased, making Scar turn bashfully away. “Besides, we’ve been putting off preening them this week, so the sooner we get it done the better. Wasting time making it over to Scott would be kind of dumb.”

Darn, he made a fair point. Scar sighed, watching Grian sit on the edge of one of the beds, “Alright, I suppose that’s fair.”

For the rest of the preening session, any time Scar’s hands shook in uncertainty, Grian reached behind him from over his shoulder to let Scar grip that until the shakes went away.

“Scar?” Grian’s voice broke through his memories. “Are you okay?”

Blinking, Scar was abruptly aware of the wetness on his cheeks. Shit, when did he start doing that? He was getting it all over Grian’s feathers too. “I think I got everything.” At least he finished the job before completely losing it. He tried turning away, aggressively wiping his face to get rid of any evidence, but it was futile. Grian was already moving around to be able to drape a wing across his shoulders in silent comfort, Grian’s own eyes misting slightly as well.

Scar sniffled, “How did we let it get so bad between us?”

“I don’t know,” Grian let out a quiet, wet laugh. “I’m pretty sure someone could make an entire theater play based around our relationship, though.”

Scar giggled, his tears finally slowing down, “I’m sure Wels would love to tap into that.” Leaning his head over, Scar rested it against Grian’s shoulder, “Isn’t he into that sort of Greek tragedy-esque-type stuff?”

Grian made no move to push Scar off. In fact, he just wrapped his wing tighter around Scar, taking the opportunity to place his cheek on the top of Scar’s head, “You say that like Joe isn’t right there.”

Scar managed to face palm despite the position he was in making it hard to do so, “Oh man, what am I saying? Thank gods you’re there to keep me on track.”

Grian let a grin tug at his lips, “Thank gods indeed.”

Then it was just them, sitting in the quiet like they did so often on Monopoly Mountain. There was no need to fill the air with mindless talking. They didn’t need to prove anything to each other more than they already had. The only thing that would break it was one of them coming up with an idea, just like Scar had and was going to say right now.

“Hey, Gri?”

A beat of silence, “Yeah?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda pooped. Wanna make a bed and put it next to mine for old time’s sake?”

Another beat of silence, one that was slightly more optimistic, “Yeah, I think I would love that actually. How else can I annoyingly kick you for taking up too much space?”

“Hey, watch it. I can force you to sleep in the cacti again if you’re not careful.”

Scar never actually made Grian follow through with that the first time he threatened it. This time was just as empty. It was obvious that it would stay that way for a long, long time.

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years ago

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Dragonrezi Gets Even Bigger Comm

A commission for @alt-hammer, of the Dragonrezi from one of my earlier fic concepts of a fantasy AU that featured Vriska as a conquering giant sorceress and Terezi as a dragon monster girl she tried to wrangle into being her familiar,and Karkat as a plaything to placate Terezi; comm-er wanted to see some elaboration on it and Terezi getting even bigger! (A link to that earlier story!)

Featuring some implied JohnVris, this round!

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In the most magically scarred continent of the world, recent wars in the homelands of long-gone troll empires had left the whole place a chaotic mess, filled with ruins, warlords and all manner of danger. From one perspective, it was a bad situation; monsters formed from magic and taking shape from the most powerful spell-users around regularly came out of nowhere, most cities and towns didn’t last more than a few days, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to immobilize themselves by making themselves too busty to move with the wrong application of magic, which tended to have consequences for their villages.

But to those intent on putting some kind of order on the world, it was an opportunity. To build new empires, to uncover the mysteries of the old ones, and to grow strong.

(Terezi Pyrope felt it was best to bide your time, and steer the course of things. All of these things, she would do in time, but she would work with things first.)

Now, consider one of the more stable lands in recent times: the Cerulean Kingdoms, the Serket lands. Statues across its beaches, floating sea-cities and cliff-side realms portrayed the image of a sorceress queen, as impossibly curvaceous and busty as only the strongest of magic users were. In truth this sorceress and her friends, and rivals, were a hidden society and adventuring party when the times were right, and they all shared her distinctive figure as a consequence of sufficient magical power and expertise. Kanaya, scion of the vampires, her belly swollen with converts to vampirism… Aradia of the Megido necromancers, her own body eternally pregnant with the countless souls she gestated new bodies for in a form of resurrection. And the others, equally huge and curvy in their own unique ways, from Feferi the life-crafting witch to Jade the wolfish witch of the wilds…

And Vriska Serket, who hoped to be the biggest and most powerful to make her mark on the world, and trying so very hard to outdo her own dragon familiar, Terezi Pyrope.

The boundaries of her lands were easy enough to make out, as her magical palace flew over her lands. A grand construct of sapphire gems grown with her powers, black metal and shimmering stones imbued with raw magic, the gigantic citadel was unbelievably massive and it eclipsed some mountains as it flew over her lands and seas, though never past her boundaries, unable to move past the limits of her power. And, somehow, it was even bigger on the inside. Statues of herself stood at attention on the elaborately carved exteriors, a mirror to the ones in her towns and cities.

The statues did not quite do her justice; capturing the incredibly stylized robes, jackets and web-themed skirts of Vriska’s regal attire was a tricky enough affair, but to get across just how… buxom Vriska was? That was really not doable. You started with something shaped like a violin, made the wide bits as large as you possibly could, and then you made then even bigger than that… and by this point you gave up, because mere stone tended to crumble underneath the weight of such curves. She was thick, even by the standards of magical users.

To hear that Vriska Serket, queen of the sea-lands, might feel inadequate, was laughable. Who would she possibly feel skinny next to? And for an answer, they would point at the far, far larger statues of Terezi, which were not attached to the Citadel. They were the Citadel, at least its walls.

Within the Citadel, Vriska’s latest plan was coming to fruition.

Smirking in a way appropriate to the mightiest sorceress this side of the universities frequented by the Maryam Clan in their oasis on the other side of the known continent, she waved a hand at the twenty thousand undead soldiers carrying the artifact. She didn’t need to speak to command them, but she instinctively felt that there were some things you just had to do. “Put it down here.”

Zombies, mechanically-reinforced skeletons, the occasional feral ghost and a few enthralled mindless vampires (unrelated to the Maryam Clan, though possibly spawned from a similar process) all moved in a great mass and lowered the ancient arcane battery into a special pedestal. In a wave it clicked down, and they flowed away, their thousands of steps briefly obscuring the potent ritual patterns encircling the relic.

Here, in her floating citadel, Vriska was at her strongest. This was her place; arcane geometries channeled the power right into her, specially carved spires collected magic from the air and diverted it into the mystical foodstuffs that would be fed to her; the air itself rumbled with potential, and it discharged into her.

She smiled, fangs dimpling her thick lips, and strode off. Her undead minions (a gift from a friend, a necromancer called Damara Megido, who Vriska had helped with a serious academic question) trailed after her. It was difficult to tell if they could feel anything, but as her hourglass-shaped body moved, robes tightly conforming to her massive hips, their gazes were fixed on her. She went through a door shaped to permit her gigantic hips and breasts, and the undead followed, as did a small human all in blue.

Vriska stopped, and leaned down. Three hundred feet of troll leaned down, and her breasts hit the ground before her knees did. The human, John Egbert, stopped as a genuine valley of cleavage appeared before him and he peered up into the mightiest sorceress alive; famed for her ruthlessness, her limitless hunger for power, and so it might have been surprising for her rivals to see the indulgent look her face.

Vriska’s face softened even more as she picked him up, apparently on impulse; he didn’t seem to mind being held captive in a metallic prosthesis of magically resonant metals. Lips as wide around as a street to him pressed on him in a soft kiss, and he smooched her back as best as he could. Vriska put him down, and spoke. “John, gonna need you to stay here for a while until the ritual is complete.”

John nodded. “Okay, ma’am!” he saluted her, in the fashion he thought was expected of an apprentice to a magical teacher. “So… what do I do?”

Vriska made a grumpy noise. “Keep Terezi out of here! I just know that pain in my splendid ass is gonna show up and try to hog all the power boost for herself. So when, not if, when she shows up to, I don’t know, try to eat it or something, get her out!”

John saluted with a slightly worried expression. “I’ll… do what I can!” Vriska grinned, and left. Her building-sized heels clicked against the ground and her undead army followed. The door closed, with an appropriately satisfying bang. He had spent some hours weaving drama spells so get that sound just right!

He waited, dutifully, and marked the way the word-spells around the magical battery slowly increased. To pass the time, he tried to recall just where the thing had come from. Unfortunately history was not really his expertise; it was apparently a troll artifact from one of the bygone civilizations that hadn’t survived the sorcery wars of ancient times. He knew it stored magic (a truly horrific amount of it, and Vriska’s intentions were to deprive enemies of the chance to weaponize it, AND to also enhance her powers and beauty). And he knew that it looked a little bit like something he’d like to put on a stick and smack monsters around with. It had a cool look to it. It’d probably make a funny sound, too!

There was a small, teal lizard on the ceiling that had come there when he had been distracted. Privately, the lizard mused that maybe Vriska had a bit too much confidence in her human.

John contemplated the pros and cons of using it to make a magic hammer that would absorb magic but put some of that magic into making comedy sound effects whenever you hit something with it. The word-spell around it and all over the room were well along by this point, and they shone the liquid blue of Vriska’s magic.

He did feel the swell of enchantment, and he stepped back in surprise. The swell blurred his magical senses, and he experienced the mystical equivalent of something going ‘???’; all his more mystical senses went blank from overload, and he desperately stepped back as light flooded from the relic, briefly materializing into solidified wild magic. Fortunately, before it could erupt into any number of hazardous monsters or destructive disasters, it was grounded and safety channeled into the Citadel.

No, he thought, with a smile. Into the word-spell, and thus, into Vriska! He thought of all this power going to her… into her, and he goggled at the thought of when he’d see her next, at her full size!

She was three hundred feet now, and already such an hourglass-shaped beauty; he couldn’t imagine what she’d be like, but he did his best.

Thus distracted, he did not notice the lizard descending downwards and changing shape, expanding to a much larger form. He did hear, behind and above him, a very soft noise. He glanced up suspiciously, a faint suggestion of titanic movement drawing his attention, and saw nothing more. The walls and ceiling of the magic room vaulted high up, with many curving supports that would be ideal for strong claws to punch right into.

He paused. He didn’t recall that particular bit of ceiling looking so… leathery.

It unfurled, and the ceiling came down.

The world crashed about him, and as a looming force reached lazily for him, John squeaked as claws plucked him up. The ceiling hadn’t fallen down! Something really big, on the ceiling, just dropped down!

Or, to be specific, a really, really big someone.

The feminine form now filling up a good portion of the room was built on similar lines to Vriska but… bigger. Vriska had an hourglass body type, counterbalanced by her massive mane of hair, while the humanoid dragon, her gorgeous face a pleasing mix of troll and dragonish features, was… motherly. Girthy. A huge pair of wings swept around her, along with an enormously thick tail. Scales and golden shapes studded her body, from toe claws to horns, so that every inch of her shone, armored in her own splendor. A big belly propped up a pair of breasts even bigger than Vriska’s, and she had a lot of very solid muscles underneath the softness.

And oh yes; if Vriska was three hundred feet tall, than her dragon familiar, Terezi Pyrope, was… bigger. So much bigger, indeed. Terezi grinned at John, and around her the chamber telescoped outwards. There were potent enchanting spells to make rooms bigger to fit anyone who might be in them, but Terezi had a talent for pushing them to their limits. Her red eyes stared down at him, dull and blinded in some ancient paladin’s oath, but her smile was full of sharp teeth, and very snidely aware.

“So,” she said, as he realized too late that the little lizard in the room had been the exact same color as the teal monster girl sitting in the room right here. “You’re gonna stop me, huh?”

John wasn’t particularly scared, even in the grip of a dragon woman known to devour entire castles whole. Over five thousand feet tall from claw to horn bases, she looked very much like a troll; scales instead of chitin, her black skin tinted a vibrant shade of teal, and a thick dragonish tail sprouted from her massive backside just as a pair of huge wings furled around her so much like a fancy cloak. There were other signs; the crackling pathways of power along her throat and chest, where her breath weapons were powered up, the digitigrade legs just like a bird’s… and the big claws on her hands and feet. Bit funny to forget that, considering that he was pinched between them.

It was a bit like having some very pointy buildings hugging you into compliance. John wriggled politely. “Uh… yeah, absolutely! Let me up so we can have our fight!”

Terezi grinned at him. Leaning WAY over so he could see her. A truly buxom monster, she had to adjust herself so that her gold-studded breasts could shift out of the way, propped up on her big belly so they looked even bigger. Those boobs were huge, sticking out over five hundred feet out, the scales studded with the contents of an entire hoard to decorate her maternal body. She had to lean over just so he could see her, and his heart skipped a beat as she spoke, her enormous blue-green lips shaping so perfectly around her words. “Nah. Be a good boy and hold still so I can go do the thing.”

“Uh.” He lowered his fist. “Um. First, what are you planning on doing…?”

Terezi inclined her head at the artifact. “Guess.”

“...No way!”

She just grinned in reply, a clear ‘yes!’.

“Terezi, no!”

“Terezi yes!”

“I’ll stop you!” he cried valiantly.

Terezi smirked. “Vriska’s tiny hero rises to her defense! Honestly, I love it. You’re probably a great influence on her. Buuuuuut…. I don’t really wanna deal with that right now.”

She breathed out, and her breath was infused with the magic inherent to dragons. She cast a spell, not with lore or divine connection, but with her innate connection to the forces of magic, and her breath became a bubble. It flowed around John and he floated up into the air, yelling helplessly at her. The bubble contracted and twist as his wind magic tore at it from the inside, it bounced as he turned momentum into super speed and flight, but all his power wasn’t enough to overcome the micro-fraction of her power that she put into the bubble.

If she wished, she could have burned the continent to the bedrock without much effort. Sealing away an apprentice boy, even one in service to a living goddess-sorcerer, was hardly a challenge. But she liked to give herself something to test herself against later. “Tell ya what. As a present for standing up to me, I won’t just eat the damn thing. I’ll leave Vriska a TINY something. But all this,” and she gave one enormous hip a healthy, lusty smack, making various pats of her body jiggle enticingly. “Is a much better destination for its power than stroking Vrisky’s ego!”

“Kind of hypocritical for YOU To be talking about ego!” John said as Terezi lightly batted him with a finger that was, to him, larger than a building.

A claw bigger than a walkway smacked into him again and again, thoughtfully. “Okay that’s fair,” Terezi said, and then snorted. “But I don’t really care~!”

With a cheerful swagger, her tail smacking a few pillars around in such a way that she somehow carved her name into them like a signature, Terezi stepped right into the circle, so large that one toe filled up the whole thing. John beat and hollered at his little prison, and summoned forth the wind magic that was an expression of his fundamental tendency for powers of movement and direction both physical and abstract.

The bubble flew, at incredible force, right towards a patch of scales. Unfortunately that patch was on her butt, which was very well padded, and so he bounced off harmlessly. With such force that he impacted into the wall, cracking it, and there he was stuck. John’s powers just didn’t work if he was stuck!

Terezi’s thick, muscular tail waggled at him tauntingly, and swung up to slap her own butt. First the left side of one massive hip, and then the other, making it wobble and jiggle in hill-sized ripples; John blushed, angry and aroused at so much titanic butt. You could build a castle on all of it! And so, he was a bit too preoccupied with her dangerous flirting to realize that the blue magic lines were turning teal.

Magical colors were a personal thing. They indicated the influence of a magic user, the literal color of their soul as it entered the world. Reality WAS magic, shaped and codified into substance, concepts, forms. And color? Well, that was just light, but people saw color, and it meant things to them, and perspective was really all that counted in magic. So with magic users, the color of your soul shone forth when your power waxed mightily.

And when Terezi bothered to put even the slightest smidgen of effort, her magic made her shine like a sun.

Intricate patterns appeared on her scales and hide, mirroring the spell runes around her. (above her, Vriska on her interface throne froze up as she felt the trickle of magic being pumped into her assets dry up, and then only scraps being fed into her. Everything was teal.)

Terezi tilted her head back, a giantess big enough to destroy an army of demons with a single step or firm press of a finger’s claw, and breathed the power in. The artifact wobbled and then was violently tossed out of the magical circle as its power was promptly sucked out of it. Possibly by coincidence, it was flung right into John. It didn’t hurt him, just bounced off his bubble without any harm, but it was still loud and surprising enough that he was compelled to complain about it. He beat his hands against the bubble and yelled, but Terezi wasn’t listening.

(Upstairs, Vriska fumed as her body continued to grow, already five hundred feet tall by now, with boobs twice their original size… but she wasn’t getting as big as she expected. The power! The precious, delicious power… what had been river was now just a tiny stream, and where she should have been scraping against the clouds in her citadel’s magical environment, she was growing bigger so slowly that she could actually perceive things around her getting smaller. No! It was supposed to be bigger!

It was only through great force of will that she didn’t jump off and race downstairs to yell at Terezi. Who was absolutely, obviously behind all this! It was ALWAYS HER.)

Terezi was well aware of Vriska’s thoughts on the matter thanks to the magical link between familiar and sorceress that gave Terezi an insight into her thoughts. Unfortunately (from vriska’s perspective), this meant that Terezi could passively read her mind pretty much all the time, no doubt a reason how Terezi kept commandeering all her plans and sucking up her power gains. So Terezi ‘overheard’ Vriska’s complaints, and she gloated over Vriska’s shock at losing out on massive bust gains.

She blew a mocking kiss at John’s protests, and by sheer coincidence she started growing bigger, swelling upwards as her wiggling claws waved away the kiss. The magic flowered into her blood, bone and the core of magic at her center, and it flooded her with such power, so much that the only way to express it - was to grow!

The chamber rapidly got a lot more cramped as she expanded, slowly growing upwards. Already so large, Terezi grew right in front of John’s eyes, the magic pouring into her. Her tail slapped against the walls and cushioned her as her shoulders rose into the ceiling, despite the ceiling magically growing so you’d always fit into it; she was getting so big, so fast, she was outstripping it!

Four hundred feet, and upwards, her growth steady but very, very rapid. Her butt swelled up so that her fat tail was propped up, and several pillars were broken beneath its weight. Her butt kept swelling out, along with her hips, keeping pace with her expanding height; the expansion charms of the room were soon exhausted, and John could no longer see anything behind them but the lashing of her tail.

The magic flooded into her as she kept growing; another thousand feet piled on in a brief size burst, and by now it was plain to see that she was not funneling most of this tremendous potential into her size. Sure, she was growing larger, but… the growth was petering out surprisingly fast. As John watched, she wasn’t getting taller, her height getting more staggered. Where was it going.

The answer lay in her chest’s sudden explosive growth; her breasts swelled out faster than she was growing upwards, new scales growing to cover acres of new flesh between the patches of gilded scales. In moments, her breasts doubled in size, and she kept getting taller, her bustline not only keeping pace with her height, but surpassing its growth!

And they just kept growing; all the immense magic of the ancient battery, potentially to be used in war or some terrible misuse, now being pumped right into her bustline. Enough power to blow a country off the world was forced into her chest and milk production. Terezi cooed as her breasts hit the floor, rapidly growing so big that they were taller than she was!

The weight of her expanding bustline pushed her against the wall, her body rising up on her own bed-tier bustline. And since she was still growing physically more gigantic, this pushed her into the roof.

Terezi kept getting bigger, growing taller until she crashed into the floor, her wings and back cramped into the roof and too big to fit properly now, but she was still growing largely. Her breasts kept growing more rapidly by the second; John squeaked as a tide of teal filled up the room, a sloshing sound as if of an approaching sea getting stirred up as they smacked into place.

The walls creaked. Terezi and her boobs were still growing.

And though John could now see nothing, absolutely nothing at all but teal-tinted darkness, grow bigger she did. But now the last of the magic was greedily swallowed up by her magnificent body, her height finally stabilizing. Her breasts continued to grow in a few more shakes and wiggles, apparently hopeful for more, and at least they stopped. The room was now as good as a bra for her massive breasts, and Terezi sighed in contentment as her new body settled. Her butt pushing out behind her, her breasts big enough for her and a couple others of her to sleep on… a fitting temple to her glory.

Teal magical signs appeared all over her body, in languages no longer written anywhere in the world (so far as they knew). These two faded, and with that, the spell was done. The absorbed magic faded away, into Terezi’s rune-streaked body. She smacked her huge lips and licked a few scraps of quintessence off, patting a swell of breast bigger than some kingdoms. She kept growing, but in bits and bumps, not the smooth (if very fast!) expansion she had done before. About seventy-five hundred feet tall by now, and shrinking a bit as she willingly suppressed her power for the sake of it being really funny to spring on Vriska at the first opportunity, she cleared up some room.

Thusly, John was now able to see… well, not much, still. All he could see now was one toe-claw dominating his view of the universe, but he could feel her presence. In any case she picked him up, the tips of two claws neatly pinched his bubble and wrenching out of the wall.

“Well, check me out!” Terezi said sweetly, holding him like a little marble against the ceiling so he could see all of her. “How’d I do, huh?”

John saw nothing but… a sea of such massive, scaley, huge busty goodness… he clammed up, turning red. He loved Vriska with all his fierce heart, but… not even she was that big and gorgeous. He’d never admit it, but… he couldn’t lie!

Terezi giggled, and blew him another kiss.

The door slammed open and out came Vriska. With some difficulty, and at first there was a hint of massive breasts and a shoulder trying to force their way through the doorway, and then the doorway was magically transformed to allow her through, and through it came Vriska.

She was significantly bigger, John judged at once, with love in his heart and desire in his hips. Almost… a thousand feet tall, now! More than twice her original size, but compared to her original goal of approaching Terezi’s size, she still looked distinctly puny. Though it was hard to say that, when she now had a figure with hips that left the door way a ruin, and breasts with lower hemispheres around her hips. You couldn’t even see anything of her body above the waist, just two massive bouncy globes. They swelled up as Vriska drew in breath, and wailed: “TEREZI!”

Terezi flicked John right into Vriska’s cleavage, and somehow moved. In a flash she transformed, becoming a small lizard. With a cheeky slap of her tail she scurried away into the suddenly open hallways, leaving Vriska spinning head over horns with the impact of the John-projectile. “Thanks for the snack!” Terezi said, just to be cheeky. “Hope you don’t mind staying so skinny!”

Vriska howled in fury, and Terezi’s cackles echoed throughout the citadel as she exited it, and then her shadow eclipsed it, and all the kingdoms of the Serket was in awe as her buxom glory was revealed to them.

Dragons do love to show off their hoards, and Terezi’s body was a hoard for her!

#my writing #fics #queued #/#//#///#commissions #twitchy!terezi #twitchy!homestuck #twitchy!vriska #twitchy!john egbert

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crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer · 7 years ago

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I saw this Flight Rising meme by @curlicuecal and thought it looked fun, so I decided to fill it out~ I ended up making my own post instead of filling it out in a reblog because it felt easier for me to keep track of it, so hopefully that isn’t a problem. ;;v;;

0. Your FR name

WolfieGrrrl

1. Your progenitor

Sylph - My darling adorable custom clan leader~ She is a mess, but I love her so much. >v< I’ve talked about her on my blog before because I have a lot of feelings.

2. Your favorite recent purchase/birth

Radioactive bab - I always wanted a radioactive dragon, but I just never went into the Auction House to search for one myself, mostly because I knew I would be stuck there forever unable to make a choice because I love ALL THE DRAGONS. But then my friend Nardaviel sent this boy my way and he is better than I ever could have hoped for~ <3

Honorable mention goes to this sweet pastel floof

who will eventually become a sweet pastel eyeburner

because I FELL IN LOVE AT FIRST SCRY! He is only an honorable mention because he technically doesn’t count... on account of the fact that I picked him up for free from this gen1 thread because I have zero impulse control when it comes to pretty dragons, but I just wanted to show him off because I love him. ;;3;; <3

3. An unexpected fave

I... genuinely have no idea who to select for this. I don’t have any dragons that I never expected to love. I love all dragons instantly because all dragons are good dragons asdhklf I have never seen a dragon I didn’t love with all my heart. But aaaaaaaaaaaaah, how about a dragon I hatched and was surprised by how much I fell in love with their scry?

Logi - I just finished geneing this forest fire boy and I love him so much! Admittedly, his colors weren’t the most impressive compared to the gorgeous lemon girl I hatched before him, but I plopped him into the Scrying Workshop and fell for him because he is a beautiful wildfire prince and I’m gonna have to come up with some good lore to do him justice~ <3

Also, I feel like I should give an honorable mention to this stormy wind bug

because I was in a similar situation with him until I landed on this scry and I tried so hard not to fall in love with Wasp, but he looks so good and my poor dragon wallet is crying, but he’s worth it. ;;w;; It will probably take a year for me to gather enough gems to gene him fully... and I don’t care because I am determined to make this baby even more beautiful than he already is!

4. A fave you’ve had for a long time

Rosette - Rosette is best dragon - #1 best pastel flower mom and grandma whom I have also rambled about here before - and I have had her since my first day oh Flight Rising because my friend Solar, who told me about the open registration period and got me into the game, sent her (and a few others) as a welcome gift! Rosette is everyone’s favorite and, honestly, I am so glad because she deserves it~ <3

5. A fave you bred for/gened for/spent a long time trying to find

Epinard - I was breeding her parents and, when I was looking through their offspring preview, I saw this one beautiful petal baby and instantly knew I wanted that one... and then En and Atsushi only produced one egg and I hoped with all my might that I’d get that gene/color combo AND that the hatchling would be female. AND HALLELUJAH RNGESUS GRANTED MY PRAYERS I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE LUCKY TO HAVE HATCHED THE PERFECT CHILD. I will never be able to do better than her and I feel so proud! She is the dream baby~ >w<

6. Fave apparel/skin/dragon combo

Aurum - When she and her brother hatched, I joked that they looked like baby cows, which I thought was cute but apparently others thought was a declaration of how unbeautiful they were. XD Then, I happened across the Dalmation accent and previewed it on baby Aurum here and HOLY MOLY SHE IS SO GORGEOUS, so I spent a huge chunk of treasure to grab it off the Auction House for her. I really love how it looks with this elegant rose thorn princess ensemble (which is the perfect combination of her parents’ aesthetic, honestly)~ She is truly a golden child and still my precious baby moo-cow! >v<

Solat - My warrior girl needed a fitting look and eventually I settled on this one. I picked out this accent for her first shortly after I got her because I thought it looked cool with her aesthetic, and then the rest of her apparel and scars came later to give her a more hardened edge. I think she looks suitably badass, so I may keep her this way for a long while unless I come across another “perfect touch” to her outfit.

Caelus - This is another dragon Nardaviel let me take home to my lair (along with Carmenta below) and I love him very dearly, though I had trouble with his apparel for the longest time. I originally had a different accent on him that I really liked because it matched his tertiary gene/color so beautifully. But then I got my hands on the coat and knew he needed it for his look because it gave him exactly the vibe I was trying to express with his other meager apparel items... and when I realized I had this Forgotten Child skin, I previewed it on him out of curiosity and was blown away by how great it looked, although most of the design gets covered up by his coat. *sobs*

Carmenta - I will mention her again later, but I just REALLY love this Eclipse skin on her so much! Maybe I’m more of a sucker for pearly purple and red than I initially expected to be, but here I am asdhklf and I regret nothing because LOOK AT HER. I am amazed by how gorgeous the skin looks with the Pearly Chemistry set, but they match the highlights so well~ Her apparel is sparse, but it really works for her, especially where the skin doesn’t cover and I find it extremely aesthetically pleasing.

7. Fave “lore”

Akihiko and Haruhiko - I have a certain attachment to all of the lore I write for my babies, but these two are forever going to be at the top of the list of favorites for me (right there with their adoptive parents/family) because of how many feels they give me every time I think about them. ;;w;; <3

8. Ugliest dragon you’ve owned/seen/bred (can also be a fave)

Vesta, Sulfur, Ignit - I’ve been told they're “ugly” and it’s true they didn’t turn out the way I had hoped, but I think they’re cuties! I’m thinking of getting them some accents to pretty them up a bit more~ I’m eyeballing a Glitterbelly accent for Sulfur because it would look so gorgeous on her and give her more of a golden look I had been hoping for! And I’m thinking Black Iron Creeper would look badass on one of the boys, but... one thing at a time. I already have so many projects. ^^’

9. A fave dragon that made you change your mind about a gene/color/etc

Carmenta - Once again just like I said! This time, it’s because she changed my mind about Crackle, so I removed her skin and apparel to show that more clearly. It’s not that I particularly hated the gene before either. I just thought it looked really silly and Too Much, but holy heck is it gorgeous with certain color combos and she really works it! It’s rather fitting that it was Nardaviel who gifted me this beauty because we had actually been talking about Crackle very shortly before she offered to let me grab some dragons from her lair... and I was instantly drawn to this crimson goddess.

10. Dream dragon, something you’re breeding/shopping for, or something else on your wishlist!

I have a mighty need for this Radioactive Toxic punk boy in my life! ;;v;; I can’t do breeding projects for multiple reasons (mostly lack of time and patience), so I’m just hoping to hunt down a male Imp with these colors - Orca/Radioactive/Obsidian - to gene up later. For now, I just have my thread open in the Find A Dragon forum and I’m patrolling the Auction House, but if I don’t get a hit at some point, I’ll just send in an application to a dream dragon thread I discovered and hope they can help me. ^^

#Flight Rising #boueibu #tag I'm it #random thought #Clan Haven #I hope it isn't a problem that I made a separate post but it was really long and it felt more concise like this ;;w;;#anyway this was a fun meme! I enjoyed it~ I need to do more like this #because I always love more opportunities to talk an ear or two off about my dragon babies ;;w;;#also for anyone in the Boueibu tag who's confused by my random dragon insertions #some of these are Boueibu fandragons... or specifically the children of those dragons which therefore makes them Boueibu OCs ^^'#feel free to ignore my posts unless you're interested in this dragon AU I guess?

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